The stuff reality is made of

In this blog I will be trying to get to the truth about what is really important in life, and to write satirically about what is not - all in my quest for The Stuff Reality is Made of.
I also write articles on Religion, History, Travel, Flying, Philosophy, Physics, Meta Physics, Natural History. Mathematics and Psychology.
You can also read my religious articles on our Christian website at www.whatafriend.co.za

I never
expected the article to be a magic wand, but neither did I expect inhumanism to
travel faster than light. In fact, it is nowadays the only way to get some
publicity – by strapping a bomb vest onto your body with or without bombs or
burning your wife.

A love lost poem - by P.K. Odendaal - August 2017In the previous part I have constrained my heart, to say what I want without any doubt, but now I must hand the pen to a friend.I love the poems of Ella Wheeler Wilcox, and the following one will beat everyone:

FROM THE GRAVE

When the first sere leaves of the year were falling, I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled, Out of the grave of a dead Past calling, A voice I fancied forever stilled.

The world
is in a flux of changing moods and fortunes, always ready to balance the extremes
originating from animate and inanimate things which are imposed upon it. In
fact it is very finely balanced. If you take the forces in the Universe vying
between contraction and expansion of it, you will find its equilibrium up to
almost sixty decimals! It is not much different in other spheres of the
Universe or Creation.

I have been asked to give a lecture on the topic ‘God and Science’ by
someone from the University of the Third Age – also called U3A. Of course I
will jump at such an opportunity, as I am also actively involved in the
University of All Ages at … you guessed it, my blog.

Typically, with me and my big mouth, I told the person that he is asking
me to only speak on one subject, and that is God, and that the words ‘God and
Science’ is a repetition of objects or subjects.

One of its most basic corollaries is: people who are agents or protectors of the law are also asses - or in the words of Dogberry (from Shakespeare): But, masters, remember that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.

It struck
me recently that what we say and do are really music that emanates from our
bodies, tongues, souls, hearts, minds and spirit. If we think that we
communicate only verbally, we make a big mistake. In fact, our communication
from our sub-conscious mind and spirit into the meta-physical world is much
more profound, simple and truthful than what comes from the subjective
half-truths emanating from our mouths.